Daphnis et Chloé, M. 57, Pt. 3: X. Lever du jour, ‘Daybreak’

Rest
In the reverie
Of her breath.
Faltering at the brim,
Tenses the earthy droplet
Of her root note.
She yawns, and at her column
Of wind amongst the boxwoods –

The hocketing avian fugue teases my locked limbs,
Seduces me into the tremolo limbo of an unresolved note,
Which swells like a gathering wave,
Like the gasp which precedes the scream,
Like the chasm between amorous lips,
And then –

It cracks open like yolk sizzling in a golden mere of oil, and the kettle
Whistles with the wrens, who plunge amongst the drone of the public
Commuters and their computers; the whirring revived by the staccato
Stabbing of keyboard acrylics and the polyphonic choir of giggling
School bound children fertilises the tarmac which blossoms like a dahlia and
The earth is my mother, her gut string fingers imparting
Suggestions of movement on my brow through my gritty address and
This crescendo is my lover, whose departing legato caresses blind me
With longing and whose absence will always leave me crippled by
The overwhelming possibility of daybreak.

Mute those restless vibrations,
You know this coda.

Hold your breath.
She listens.

_{Em Cornwall, 19, England. Instagram: @emcee_writes.}